[Verse 1] Mix a pound of underground, a cup of Buck A fifth of some 9th Wonder for the DJ to cut As he spin it when it comes to the formula Son I'm warning ya They saw me cause I (?) hot sh** My 9 spit Glory, what All that fame sh** ain't sh** Same sh** as the last n***as who spit past hits, ba*tard Who ain't have a father figure So you was raised like a b**h on some "don't bother a n***a" Me, I'm the Neo for my people on this Matrix sh** Music got my people like "nah, I can't take this sh**" Never the mess, call me the stress reliever I'm glad to be a n***a in my position, you tryin' to see us Cause now, you like "wow Can I be down with Duckdown & Bucktown, I'm kinda stuck now, help me out" Nope, it's too late for you, make sure you Keep makin' them records 'till the day you spoil Me, I'm straight, I'm here on the map My little brother is strapped My big dogs got my back And listen up, (?) On the ultimate, this is Buck-shot When I come with the sh** I'm underground [Ad-libs] This is for you, this is for you, you, and you and you right there Listen up now See we back on the map Buckshot, Little Brother is strapped New York, to North Ca', all across the map Recognize that the boss is back f** that, whoa, yeah, uh Boot Camp, BCC, Justus League, another one! You know how we do it Yeah, this album right here is for all you MC's and you producers out there Learn your lesson